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Meeting the parents is always hard to do. I remember meeting my first boyfriend's parents last year. I went to a BBQ with him. Little did I know I would meet his whole family! I don't mean only mom and dad and close relatives. I mean all his uncles and aunts, first and second cousins (even third cousins!) grandparents and friends of the family! I'll just say that 5 minutes into the BBQ, I said I had to go to the bathroom and did the whole 'out-the-window' trick. That was the end of that. So a week after I got adopted, my Dad and I finally got to go to West Newbury and meet my new grandparents. I gotta tell you, it was more nerve-wracking then anything I have ever done. I was more nervous then I was my first time on TV. By the way, I started to become a regular on TV aside my Dad. So we were on the plane from the Smackdown taping to West Newbury. My Dad was listening to his iPod and signing autographs here and there. I was asked to sign some too! So we were about 10 minutes to landing, and I was getting sick.

"You OK Sarah?"

"I'm just really nervous. What if they don't like me?"

"Don't worry. My mom has always wanted a grand child. And my dad didn't want me to get anyone pregnant, so it works out both ways!"

I laughed at that statement. So my Dad gave me a rundown on his family. His dad was an announcer for amateur wrestling while his mom was retired and worked around the house. He told me about his brothers and other family. Finally we landed. We got up and started to walk off the plane. 'This is it' I remember thinking. We got out of the tunnel to see a big banner reading 'Welcome Sarah.' I couldn't have been any more embarrassed. John smiled and started to hug his family. I lingered back and took a look at my new family. My new grandma was still trendy, despite her age. My uncles wore jeans that showed their boxers and oversized shirts. Now I see where my Dad got his inspiration for his style. My grandpa looked great for his age. My Dad walked to me and pushed me toward my family.

"Everyone, this is Sarah, my daughter."

Everyone was silent for a while. No one knew what to say. Great they hated me already! My grandma walked up and hugged me…really tight.

"Oh Sarah! When we got the call, I knew I would love you! Your room looks wonderful and we have all new clothes for you! Come you must see it."

More clothes? I already had enough! My uncles got me out of the grandma bear hug.

"So how do you like life on the road?"

"It's great! I love being at all the house shows!"

"No doubt! You'll love Boston!"

We walked out to the not so normal cold air. It was cold for April. Fans rushed up and asked my Dad for an autograph and picture. I signed a few things also and took pictures with my Dad and his fans. Finally we were in the car on the way to my new home. Boston didn't seem that bad of a town. I took out my math homework I was working on and tried to figure it out. But I was horrible at math! We were learning about finding the slope and y-intercept. I sat there tapping my pencil on my homework. My Dad looked over my shoulder to see what I was learning.

"What is this?"

"Algebra. Something with slopes and y-intercepts. Do you get it?"

"We never did this when I was in school. Hey Boog, you get this?"

'Boog' as he was called, looked over my other shoulder. He stared at my sheet for a while. Then he finally got it.

"I get it. You have to use the equation ya+bx!"

"No, you have to use slope-intercept form."

"That's what it is dumbass."

"You failed math Boog so how do you know this?"

"I got some things Dan!"

Soon Boog and Dan were fighting over my homework. I immediately regretted bringing out my homework. My Dad was on my left laughing his ass off. I stared at the homework. They were both right. Ya+bx was the same and slope-intercept form. No wonder they both failed math. I finished the sheet and put it back into the Gucci carry-on from the flight. Soon I was finally home. The driveway was too long and the house looked like the White House! When we parked everyone piled out of the car. I got out slowly, taking it all in. My Dad helped get my suitcases out and finally got his. We made our way up the steps to the entrance of the house. I stopped in front of the door.

"You ready to go in?"

My cell started to ring. I checked to see who it was. My friend Adrienne was calling me.

"I'll be in soon."

My dad nodded and headed in. I answered my phone, to be greeted with giddy screams.

"OH MY GOD YOUR DAD IS JOHN CENA!!!"

I held the phone away from my ear. I could tell all my other friends were at her house. After they stopped screaming, I started to talk.

"So how is everyone?"

"Screw us! What's it like to have the hottest dad ever?"

"Well, it's a little weird. But I'm getting used to it."

I could picture all my friends at Adrienne's house. Adrienne, who was the 'goth/emo' in our group, would be sitting on her bed talking to Jay on her phone. Cassy, the sporty one, would be talking to her boyfriend Will over the internet. Ashley, the shorty, would be checking out all of Adrienne's makeup and nail polish. Carolyn, the annoying one, would be trying to steal the phone from Adrienne. Kallison, our recruit, would be reading Cassy's and Will's conversation. And Xena, out Latina, would be going off about John or someone she hated. I missed those days when we would all hang out. Cassy took the phone from Adrienne.

"Get used to it? I would be star struck. I don't like your Dad, but still!"

I could hear Adrienne smack Cassy on the head. Cassy dropped phone and Ashley was quick to retrieve it.

"John Cena is the hottest man on the planet. You have him as your dad. I want your new life!"

"I want your dad!"

Xena screamed in the background. Soon everyone was in a slap fight. I always lost those. I started to laugh hysterically. Carolyn and Kallison both grabbed the phone and went out to the hall.

"OK so now that we're all alone…where are you?"

"In West Newbury, at my grandparent's house."

We saw you on Smackdown last week. What you say is insane. Our teachers can't believe you said the things you say!"

I sat outside talking on my phone for about 2 hours. Finally Boog came out.

"Dinner's ready so wrap it up."

"What is for dinner?"

"Steak. What else?"

I nodded and held my finger up.

"Hey guys my dinner is ready so I'll talk to you later."

"You're going to eat dinner with John Cena!"

"No…I'm eating dinner with my Dad."

I said my goodbyes and hung up the phone. I missed my friends terribly. They told me how my old boyfriend was still depressed and how Cassy was obsessed with Will, along with many other things. I finally walked into my house. It was a pretty basic house. My Dad saw me as he came down the stairs.

"So much for coming in soon."

"I had a lot to catch up on."

"Come on. The steak is ready."

We made our way to the dining room. In the corner sat a little computer. I would have to go on once everyone was asleep. We all sat down and started to eat.

"Hold up!"

Everyone stopped eating and looked at John's dad.

"We need to pray first."

"John, dear, we never pray."

"Well we are now."

We all dropped our forks and knifes and folded our hands and bowed our head.

"We give you thanks, all mighty God, for these and all our blessings, which we have received, from Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, Amen."

We went back to eating steak. The conversation around the table was mostly about me and my life on the road. Dan and Boog were still fighting about my homework, till I finally told them it was the same thing. Then the topic of general life came up. Finally everyone was done and retiring to their rooms. I sat there at the table.

"Coming to bed Sarah? You have your own room right next to mine."

"I know. I just have to do something first."

"OK, but don't be to long. We have a lot of sight seeing to do tomorrow."

My Dad kissed me on the cheek and went up to bed. Just a year ago I was hoping to get that kiss on the cheek when I would meet him. Now, it would come every night. I sat at the computer in the corner and logged onto my myspace. I had all these comments about my new Dad, me on TV, and anything else in-between. I posted bulletins, then went to my blogs. I decided I would post a new one.

"As you all know, my life has changed drastically. My new Dad is WWE Champion John Cena. I've been on the road and on TV. I'll be trained to be a diva and will wrestle later this year. But here's the thing. Just a year ago, I was wishing this would happen. I wished to meet him, and when I would, I knew I would freak out. But when he came up to me in the orphanage, I acted cool. I didn't freak out. I didn't treat him like he was famous. I treated him as a normal person. Now that He's my Dad and now that I know all the wrestlers and divas, it all seems normal. Ask any celebrities children and they'll say the same thing. They don't think of their moms or dads as famous. They think of them as normal people. No matter who you meet, famous, or just a stranger, treat him as a normal person. Even though you might hate them, give them the respect they deserve. You never know who you could meet and might become friends with. In my case, the people I met became my family."

I read my blog over again before posting it. I shut down the computer and walked into my room. Posters and pictures of my Dad were on the wall. Memorabilia with his face and name on them were on my shelves. Posters of other stars hung on the walls also. My closet was full of new and cute clothes. My suitcases sat next to the dresser. Photo albums stayed on the shelves, along with a new collection on movies and other books. CD's of the latest bands were on my CD rack. I figured my Dad had something to do with this. The color of the well was a deep purple, with a scene of a sunset on the wall where a window was. That wall was empty so I could fill it. My bed had a Pink comforter with gold pillows. Then I saw it. A recording station. How did my Dad know I loved to sing? I walked over to it and ran my fingers over it. My clarinet sat by the stand and my old book. How did he get all of this? There were so many other things in my room that fit me so well, I started to cry. I got on some white pajama shorts with orange stripes and a grey beater from Aeropostale and laid in my bed. I got out my iPod and looked through the playlist. I put on Boston by Augustana. Their debut album had come out last month and even thought they weren't well known yet, I loved the music. Within minutes, I was asleep, yet not dreaming. The reason? I already was.